it takes a big dog to weigh a ton let sleeping dogs lie
Sweet Sally left us last Friday and a sweeter dog never walked the earth. She lived on a farm outside Iowa City with two kind people and two beautiful horses, and had fields to roam in summertime and a big front porch for watching the world between naps.
I visited there a while ago and remember how she loved belly rubs while rolling in the grass. Sally was made for hugging, and she loved being told that she was a good dog. Which she was. She will be missed by many, none more than Sheri and Dick. Goodbye sweet girl.